A man plays an ancordian in the park you are at. You laugh at the sterotype.
You walk the whole city, geek out at a church with muslim influenced archecture and try to get used to seeing white people everywhere and hearing a language you understand.
There is a church on the largest hill, so of course you have to go. It is one hell of a climb, but one hell of a view as well.
On your way down you stop at a park and watch as youth jump into the water from an old fortress. The birds in the bush infront of you start flipping out then wooosh a hawk flys into the bush and flys away with its prey. You stare agaped. No one else notices.
The hawk flys away as the sound of splashes and soft spoken French sway in the wind.